As you go through ordinary life, from time to time you stumble across extraordinary experiences. It was almost midnight and Wal-Mart was crawling with people. The holiday shopping madness was getting the best of me. My assignment should have been easy: find a sketch pad and some charcoal pencils. I was tired. The day was long. I just wanted to go home. “What’s so important about a sketch pad?” I wondered. I couldn’t rationalize going through all the trouble just for paper and pencils. After struggling for 20 minutes to find it on my own, I broke down and asked for help. I called my wife, who is like a GPS satellite knowing Wal-Mart’s every isle.
“Look, I can’t find it. Don’t we already have these things at home?” I wanted to give up until I heard the story behind it all. Rachel informed me, “Alexa, came home from school this week and was really troubled. She told me how cruel some of the kids in her 5th grade class are to one of the boys. They say mean things to him, make fun of him, & treat him like he has some disease. He sits by himself at lunch, he’s a loner on the playground, & Alexa had to fight back the tears because her heart just broke for him. He comes from a broken family that doesn’t have much of anything.”
I was speechless as Rachel continued, “Alexa wanted to get him a Christmas gift but didn’t know where to start. She asked the teacher for ideas and found out how much the boy loved to draw. No one knew how creative he was because they were too busy making fun of him. The sketch pad and pencils were Alexa’s idea—a small way to show him how valuable he was.”
With a renewed sense of purpose, I found the best sketch pad in the store with an entire set of charcoal pencils. As I carried the art supplies to the counter, I wondered how many times that little boy must have crawled out of bed and dreaded the thought of another day at school—the ridicule, anxiety, fear, rejection. Suddenly, the paper and pencils were now something holy—a tool that could possibly unlock the pain trapped inside a little boy’s heart. I believed that tomorrow morning would be different for this kid. He matters to God…so he matters to us.
We prayed over the supplies that morning believing in the power of a gift!